“Practice makes perfect,”
yes, but what is perfected?
why is it perfected at all?
All those hours of seemingly vain repetitions,
the pain, the frustration
the cursing at the art form
and the Divine
and whatever thing or being you can think of
to blame your inadequacies on.
But yet, still, despite all this the best of us press on,
through the dark times
and the periods of fault and failure.
Finally, after all the falling down
and getting back up again,
we reach the top of the mountain
and suddenly everything-
every unsavory experience-
was worth it
for that one, fleeting yet sublime glimpse